Chapter 1313 ?Confidence
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The floor-to-ceiling windows are surrounded by dark green curtains, and the sunlight seizes the opportunity to pass through the curtains that were lifted by the wind and shine into the room. This sudden sunlight flashes on the wall with a dark flower design.
Cheers came from the TV in the room. On the small screen: Allen cut off Voldemort's hand and said sarcastic words. The TV gave a close-up of the red-eyed and noseless wizard with a face full of pain and hatred.
The mysterious man who was feared by countless people was defeated at the hands of Alan Harris. TV stations would repeat these clips from time to time to give ordinary wizards confidence and a sense of security.
A wizard who looked to be in his early twenties, with jet-black hair, thin cheeks, and a tall figure, sat on the sofa opposite the TV, and in his slender hand lay a book written by Rita Skeeter under the pen name "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" published by the Muggle world.
There was a snap.
The TV was turned off and the screen was completely black.
The wizard turned his attention from the TV to the book he picked up, and his eyes stayed on a line of words - "Only Quirrell's terrifying screams and Voldemort's vicious roars can be heard... But this may be what's in his mind. Hallucination.”
The slender wizard's brows were furrowed, his eyes flashed with anger, and his handsome face was ablaze with the coldness outside, like an elegant cat that suddenly screamed and exposed its sharp teeth.
There was another muffled snap.
The wizard closed the book in his hand and pinched the cover tightly with his slender fingers. The cover was wrinkled and the areas where the fingers pinched were even broken and deformed.
But gradually, the wizard's body relaxed, he calmed down his frown, and let go of the book with his fingers.
The black-haired wizard directly tapped the cover of the book with his finger, and all the damaged and wrinkled places were restored to like new. Then he stood up and walked to the red-brown bookshelf in front of the dark flower wall, and inserted the novel again.
The wizard turned and walked out of the door, the sound of leather boots tapping on the light gray tiles, and he walked all the way to the patio stairwell at the end of the corridor. The Muggle residential building he was in only had thirteen floors. Although it was not luxurious, it was distinguished by its simplicity and symmetry, which highlighted its calmness. Each room was in a square shape, and the functional space division and location layout reflected the A hint of rigor.
The stair handrails painted dark brown are stacked in layers and wind down. The stair railings are all carved with iron craftsmanship. The long and stacked stairs will make people feel dizzy when looking down from the top floor. At both ends of the corridor at the stairs, there are continuous arches and corridors connected. In the corridors are houses with similar layouts.
Overall, this building is elegant, sophisticated and comfortable, but the dark colors of black and brown and the dark brown doors make the room a bit depressing.
At this time, the wizard was standing in the corridor on the highest floor, holding his slender fingers on the railing and looking down from the patio. Different from the desertedness on this floor, various Muggles downstairs were living their normal lives, like I can't see the weirdness on their top floor.
"Master." The Death Eater who was on guard at the corner of the stairs looked up and saw the wizard. He immediately said hello and took the initiative to report, "We have distributed the materials sent by the Mulciber family..."
"A loyal family... Mulciber showed his unique and outstanding talent for 'humor' towards the Mudbloods when he was in school." The young Voldemort's eyes stayed down, and he ordered the guard in an elegant tone, "Go Knock on the door of those lazy people downstairs and ask them to come upstairs.”
"Yes, my master..." the Death Eater guard responded, bowed and began to walk downstairs - the Death Eaters were scattered in this building, and they did not clean up everything like before. Muggles, when choosing houses to occupy, also choose bachelors as much as possible to avoid exposure.
Soon, the living room of young Voldemort was filled with the rustling sound of cloaks. Many wizards wearing black cloaks soon gathered in the living room, and their presence made this slightly gloomy space appear even darker.
"It's not easy to collect this kind of magical knowledge... But I hope you will keep up your efforts..." The wizard's fingers slid over the parchments piled on the table in front of him. There were even some new Hogwarts textbooks on them. , he opened a roll at random, read it and put it aside, "The performance of many of our families is surprising. They are loyal and have raised abundant supplies, which provides us with protection... This will bring us The necessary weapons for final victory..." Young Voldemort's eyes swept over the group of silent wizards in the living room who just nodded mechanically, and a concerned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I noticed that your mental state is not good. Has the still wet and cold weather in London taken away your energy?”
"Master?" Some Death Eaters made a voice in astonishment.
Voldemort continued to stare at the group of Death Eaters, playing with the parchment carelessly. After a brief silence, a slightly high-pitched voice sounded: "Friends, I know that many of you feel bleak about your future, and I feel that the young me has no hope. Possibly beat Alan Harris….”
"Master...I don't have..."
"Master...I am not..."
"Master...don't be blind...uh..."
Such words made the Death Eaters panic. They quickly became more energetic and showed their interest: some straightened their bodies, some seemed to be unable to sit still, and they all looked at their masters with their eyes.
"I regard you as my 'real family', so I decided to tell you some plans about our future." The young Voldemort simply wore a black robe and his hair was combed neatly into a three-quarter part. His cheeks are thin, but all of them complement him, which makes him look very handsome and charismatic. "Don't forget the original intention of our establishment. The status and power of pure-blood wizards should be higher than that of mudbloods and those who do not know magic." , and should make them our slaves..."
The Death Eaters did not dare to say anything more, but the expressions on their faces, regardless of whether they were sincere or not, were trying to express their positive attitude.
"In terms of magical attainments, I am indeed no match for Alan Harris..." Young Voldemort admitted that his voice was a little unnatural at this time, and his eyes were glowing red. Then he paused for a while, and then changed his voice. Confident voice, "But I have regained my youth and sanity now... This makes me want to understand, why do we have to stare at that small piece of land in the UK? I won't let you continue to go everywhere like before. Burning, killing and looting is not because I am afraid..." Voldemort looked at his men with a smile, "but I have a greater plan... There are countless magic circles in the world, and with our power, we want to invade the magic of these countries. It's not too difficult to find a way to replace it..."
"Master, Graham is determined to follow your footsteps!" A short, fat man standing not far from the bookcase said excitedly and breathlessly.
Several Death Eaters beside the bookcase also laughed, although they did not fully understand Voldemort's plan.
"We now have this opportunity and capital." Young Voldemort's voice reached the ears of the Death Eaters, UU Reading www.uukaｎｓｈhu.netｔ "As long as we successfully change our appearance and have an official identity... we don't need to They are hostile to the British wizarding community. Although they mistakenly changed the concept of "pure-blood wizard supremacy" to "wizard supremacy"... we don't have to interfere in their internal affairs, just like they have no reason not to interfere with ours... And in In Durmstrang, a land that only admits pure-blood students, even if this school has been infiltrated by Harris, we can later... we can build a new magic school that conforms to our Death Eater ideas... Speaking of which It was the incident where Alan Harris drove Dumbledore away that inspired me..."
Voldemort's determined voice rumbled around the room. Compared with their initial perfunctory attitude, many of the Death Eaters were already blushing at the future he described. The atmosphere in the living room became heated, and other Death Eaters They exchanged pleasant glances with each other and loudly expressed their loyalty to the Dark Lord. Some even bowed low, wishing they could kneel on the ground to express their loyalty.
"Master, the Mulciber family will do whatever it takes to achieve the master's goal!" Mulciber seemed to feel the blood in his body buzzing like wings, "I will write a letter to my family later and ask them to come back. Do your best to mobilize more resources!”
"Master! I have asked my family to prepare supplies a few days ago, and they will be delivered soon." Old Parkinson also blushed at this time and made a decision, and the previous hesitation was wiped away - Malfoy and Snape have been proven to be traitors, Lestrange has also disappeared, and many people chose to go to the United States during the previous split. Now those Death Eaters who were previously favored by the Dark Lord are no longer in front of us. Beside the Dark Lord who has enough sense but is not so murderous.
This made the Death Eaters who had been confused and desperate about the future clearly realize this opportunity.